Champions of the Digital World

Aiko was transfixed on the stage, thinking about the implications of the company being able to give people their own Digivices and Digimon to go with them. Of course, the girl wasn't really thinking about the negative implications, nor could she fathom how more real Digimon in the world could be a bad thing. It was BlackGatomon who recognized the danger, and noticed that something was off about the Meramon.

When people started filing out of the room, Aiko almost joined in the crowd, but BlackGatomon made sure to remind her that she was already partnered with a real Digimon. Aiko, smiled sheepishly in response, and nodded, staying put in the same place as before. Once the room had emptied out a bit, Aiko took a look around. There were a couple of boys arguing, a few people standing around and conversing. The thing that made them stand out was all of the plushies and cosplayers with them.

Aiko took her Digivice in hand and noticed that there was an arrow for everyone left in the room. Those were real Digimon just like BlackGatomon, and they were registering differently than the Meramon had, so they were all real.

"How many of us are there here?" Aiko wondered aloud, when she was interrupted by a boy in a fancy get-up with a vest and tie and everything. What was the most interesting, perhaps, is the fact that he dropped a weird pick up line on her.

"Pardon me, Miss, but it’s always nice to see ladies like you at a convention as hectic as this."

The girl stared at the boy for a minute, unsure of what to make of his weird come on. "Uh, thanks?" She said, trying to fill the silence. Then she noticed the boy's companion. "Oh. Oh! You've got a Digimon too!" She covered her mouth, she'd always had a problem with stating the obvious, and doing so loudly when she was surprised. "Sorry, sorry." She whispered. "Eric? Nice to meet you," she extended a hand, "my name is Aiko Watanabe. Do you have any idea what's going on?"

BlackGatomon, on the other hand, was met with her own interesting greeting. For the briefest of moments, BlackGatomon toyed with the idea of hitting the Ryudamon for being so forward, but then she decided that some restraint was in order. "Thank you. I think. Did you notice the Meramon on stage?" She asked, getting straight to the point, "it was hollow. Empty. Do you have any idea how the human was able to summon it to the human world?"

Irea looked to the Floramon. “Errm..”

"Don't mind my partner, she just loves it when coincidences like this happen. She thinks it's hilarious." The man with the cool hair explained.  "I was just asking Renata if she ran into any of the others around here. As for what's going on..."

"It seems DG Corp found a way to open digital gates and force bio-emergences. Except... I've seen natural bio-emergences before, this is NOT one. The pattern's all backwards. Something's sent in before something is pulled out."

"It gets worse. Something happens to the Digimon they pull out - have you noticed their eyes?" Floramon continued "Whatever it is they do to these Digimon, it seems to bind their data to these digivice toys. Full control. Long story short, we've got a marketing scheme slated to go horribly wrong. Humans. Go figure."

Irea listened intently, while Tapirmon nodded a few times.

"Anyway. Now that we've taken care of plot exposition, we should probably introduce ourselves. I'm Reid, she's Floramon, we fight crime. Er, that is, we're partners. The girl with the Yokomon there is Renata. And you two are?"

“Irea is my name.. My partner is Tapirmon.” Irea glanced around a moment as if recalling something, then looked back to the others. “You know, it's weird. There's this forum that I'm a member of, and others members have been murmuring about this type of thing. I thought they were just paranoid and nuts. Guess they were right...As much as I hate to admit it.” She mumbled the last bit. Tapirmon glanced up at her, looking more concerned than anything.

[StellarWind Elsydeon]

Upon hearing Irea (now why did that name sound vaguely familiar also?)'s statement, both Reid and Floramon shot a surprised look to one another, emitting a "Huh!" at such perfect synchronization it could probably slay angels.

"... So we're not the ONLY ones. Internets. Who knew they'd be so small?" Reid murmured.
"I sure as hell didn't." Floramon replied. "And I'm FROM the internet. Literally."

The duo turned their attention back to the girl and her Tapirmon partner.

"Sorry. It's just... funny you say that, because... Yeah. DigiMatrix, my main online haunt had rather similar murmurs." Reid explained "I'm pretty sure some of the other members were tamers too - although no one ever explicitly said anything, and who knows how much was real and how much was an elaborate roleplay scenario. Personally I used my art thread to portray some of the encounters Floramon and I had."

"And trust me, they were quite the encounters." the plant Digimon grinned.

Tapirmon's eyes widened as soon as Reid mentioned DigiMatrix. "That is the forum Irea speaks of, as well!" He exclaimed, grinning up at Irea.

Irea seemed stunned, blinking a couple of times before facepalming. "Wow, why didn't I realize this sooner? I remember seeing someone's art with a Floramon.. I just didn't think about connecting it to you too. I go by the screen name LadyAnubis on the forum."

Tapirmon gave Reid a serious look. "She thinks more fondly of her fellow online community members than she does of anyone here in the real world." He said, matter-of-factly.

Irea growled down at Tapirmon. "Ugh, would you keep quiet?" From the slight pink in her cheeks, she was obviously embarrassed.

"Sorry, I am just trying to help you here." Tapirmon muttered sadly beneath his breath.

[StellarWind Elsydeon]

Reid did a double-take at this. LadyAnubis was one of those people on the board that he never got around to properly talk to but always seemed awesome - and here she was. Come to think of is, that would explain the odd familiarity - now it all clicked together: the name, the face - both surfacing in his mind from the depths of various threads. So she was a tamer too? She definitely wasn't one of his immediate suspects. Some people were better at remaining undercover than others, he supposed. Or perhaps, other than her partner, there weren't many emergences in her area, if at all? Curious...

"... Wow. You're LadyAnubis? You're a long way from home." he finally said "Never expected you to be the first person from that forum I'd run into in real life... Always thought I'd run into someone from my side of the planet first. Anyway, I go by NexusRunner there. Always a pleasure to meet a fellow Matrix-dweller."

Irea groaned. "Yes, I am a long way from home, thanks to my pushy parents. If it were up to me, I would have stayed home and avoided this...situation."

It suddenly looked as if Tapirmon was about to complain, but Irea spoke again. "However, I am forced to admit that it's kind of cool to see another forum member face to face. So, pleasure to meet you as well." She shrugged, giving a slight smile.

Tapirmon nodded with approval, then looked to Renata. "And you, miss? What is your tale?" He asked politely, hoping to give Irea another possibility for a friend.

As the room cleared, Jason looked the other boy dead in the eye, reaching down with one hand to open the small deck case on his belt. Tsunomon hopped down to the floor, looking excited in the instant before a white glow overtook him and he grew into Bearmon once more.

"Are you sure you want to take on a fully prepared Rookie with a full deck of cards at his disposal, or are you ready to back down yet?" Jason said slowly. Before the fight could break out, however, the younger boy from earlier approached again.

"Hey Red Shirt, you seem to be in the know, mind running a few things by me again now that things are a bit quieter?" the boy asked him.

Jason blinked once, then whirled around to look at the other boy, "Um, right, so. From what I can tell, there's a buttload of Digidestined wandering conveniently around this con, and DG Corp has learned how to force Digimon over here and make them Digivice bonded, I guess?" Jason looked around quickly, almost embarrassed looking, "So that's the basic gist of what's happening."

Fiona's visage twitched as she watched one of them completely ignore her until his Digimon had the presence to alert him to her presence. "Hm. Naturally, this is my Digimon. I apologize, did you believe I would let any old creature simply perch itself upon me?" She seemed offended at the thought, although it was mostly for show. Fiona enjoyed the dramatic. "Puroromon."

"As for my lady's name, she is-ow!" Fiona smacked the bug on the side of its head. It was mostly playful, however, for if she had meant it, the bug would be currently crushed underneath her foot.

"You may call me Fiona. Fiona Fay. You would do well to remember it." She responded to the prompt for her name as Puroromon recuperated. "I cannot say one may normally ask for one's name without giving theirs, but that is not the matter at hand, I suppose." She motioned to Puroromon with her hand, signaling the Digimon to speak.

"Good day, it is most wonderful to meet you all!" He buzzed, happy to introduce himself. "I am currently Puroromon, and it is a pleasure to meet other Digimon on this very occasion." He frowned as well as he could manage. "And it is true; that Digimon is certainly not akin to us? Can you not tell? It has no will. My lady is not amused by this most recent turn of events."

"It is a mockery." She said, steeling her voice to try and remain composed. Part of her had wanted to run up there and tear off the Meramon's head, despite how impractical that was. "As for what to do?" She paused. "I cannot say I am certain as to the best course of action. It would be no good to let such an occurrence as the Meramon become widespread, but I am not very familiar with conventions such as these. However," She stopped, letting the word hang in the air before turning around. There were a number of other people about, each with a true Digimon.

"My lady, forgive me, but although I know what you imply, the others may not." Puroromon piped up, snapping Fiona out of thought. She turned back to the two males and their Digimon.

"We have a number of resources available. If we group together," She stopped to view a couple of the other Digidestined in heated argument and Digimon poised for battle with distaste. "As detestable as that may be... Maybe obtaining a solution would not be as difficult as thought."

"However, I cannot truly say for certain, because you have not given me your names." She added, last minute. She had the grace to give hers, why should they not respond in turn?

Eric took Aiko’s hand with a smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, and he truly did look like he was happy to know her name. Of course, he was always pleased when introductions went how he expected them to, and this particular meeting was no exception. Glancing around the room, he continued, “I’m not quite sure, but I get the feeling that everyone else in this room most likely has a Digimon, as, I assume, you and I are. This BlackGatomon here must be your partner, am I correct?” He cleared his throat when he realized that he was getting off topic. “My apologies, but perhaps some of the others here must have some idea as to what’s going on. Alas, even Ryudamon doesn’t quite understand the situation.” Eric glanced at his own digital partner at this time, only to find the creature busy responding to the BlackGatomon’s question.

“Yes, that Meramon was, indeed, quite off,” Ryudamon said with a sagacious nod. “I haven’t seen many Meramon before, but I’ve seen enough to know that it shouldn’t have been moving as robotically as it had on stage. It’s more like a puppet than a living being.” He crossed his arms and glanced back at the now-empty stage, and said, “It’s like they’ve found a crack in the borders that separate our world from theirs, and are taking advantage of it by enslaving Digimon and selling them off for profit. It’s utterly ridiculous.” Turning back around to look at his new companion, he continued off his earlier comments and said, “But it’s lovely that we managed to leave the Digital world before we, too, became soulless puppets. I’m so glad that you’re here, and can have this chat with m-“

“Knock it off now, Ryudamon,” Eric said before the Digimon could finish his final sentence. Ryudamon pouted at the teen, but Eric wasn't paying attention. He was too busy thinking about what he had just heard Ryudamon say, and as he continued thinking, the idea got wilder and wilder, but scarier at the same time.

If such a thing was true... Eric really didn't want to think about what that meant for him and his world.

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Tsunomon once again digivolved to Bearmon, a sight Tsumemon had not forgotten. Before the mismatched battle could begin though, a boy with a Digimon that looked like the love child of a fox and a dinosaur with small wings on its back showed up. Blake's Digivice identified the Digimon as Dorumon, a Rookie level.

"Hey Red Shirt, you seem to be in the know, mind running a few things by me again now that things are a bit quieter?" he asked addressing Blake's foe.

Great, they know each other. he thought. And they both have Rookies!

"Um, right, so. From what I can tell, there's a buttload of Digidestined wandering conveniently around this con, and DG Corp has learned how to force Digimon over here and make them Digivice bonded, I guess? So that's the basic gist of what's happening." explained 'Red Shirt' looking around the room at the other Tamers.

"The nickname Red Shirt fits you just fine because the red shirts are the ones who are expendable." taunted Blake. "Let's go Tsumemon. We've wasted enough time on these losers." he added walking away.

"We're leaving?" the In-Training questioned sounding annoyed.

"Unless you would rather stay and tangle with two Rookies." the teen whispered back. Tsumemon growled but left it at that.

"I hope all of you so called chosen ones enjoyed being special for a day, because thanks to DG Corp's little scheme soon everyone will have their own Digimon. So remember the name Blake Sullivan because in a few years that will be the kid with the most powerful Digimon!" announced Blake to everyone in the room. With that proclamation, he headed for the exit.

(OOC: Anyone is free to block his path to keep him in the room, even if it's just a verbal taunt. Blake is the type who has to have the last word )

"Hm. Naturally, this is my Digimon.” She introduced herself to Rui and Rufus at the former's prompting, “I apologize, did you believe I would let any old creature simply perch itself upon me?" She seemed offended, at Rufus maybe?

"As for my lady's name, she is-ow!" Rufus winced as the girl whacked the poor digimon on the head. Already, he was starting to figure out that this was a stereotypical upper-class snob.

"You may call me Fiona. Fiona Fay. You would do well to remember it. I cannot say one may normally ask for one's name without giving theirs, but that is not the matter at hand, I suppose." She motioned to Puroromon with her hand.

"Good day, it is most wonderful to meet you all!" the digimon buzzed, apparently no less chipper than before he took a palm to the face. "I am currently Puroromon, and it is a pleasure to meet other Digimon on this very occasion."

“What are you? A butler or something?” Dracomon asked, Rufus shot him a look, which was quickly brushed off.

"And it is true; that Digimon is certainly not akin to us? Can you not tell? It has no will. My lady is not amused by this most recent turn of events."

"It is a mockery." Fiona stated

“So that isn’t a real digimon? Heh, it is too good to be true then. Gabriel might be disappointed.” Rufus said, looking back up at the Meramon on the stage, looking at it and around it, trying to see what could be creating the illusion of a real digimon.

"As for what to do?" Fiona continued, "I cannot say I am certain as to the best course of action. It would be no good to let such an occurrence as the Meramon become widespread, but I am not very familiar with conventions such as these. However," She paused, Rufus had his ears on her, but his eyes were still on the Meramon.

"My lady, forgive me, but although I know what you imply, the others may not." Puroromon piped up. She turned back to the two males and their Digimon.

"We have a number of resources available. If we group together, as detestable as that may be... Maybe obtaining a solution would not be as difficult as thought. However, I cannot truly say for certain, because you have not given me your names."

“Oh yeah, I’m Rufus, and that’s Dracomon.” Rufus turned back to face her. Replaying what she just said in his head, she didn’t seem to be at the same place he was going to. “Hold on, what are you talking about? What is there to be done? It’s just a hologram. A fake. A trick. An illusion. … Right?”

(Wheee, copy paste everywhere :P)

OOC: Two words: Finals week. @_@ And here's the most awkward post ever.

Renata jumped when the Tapirmon addressed her. She had completely lost track of the conversation between Reid and Irea, the girl she had met earlier. How embarrassing. She was all about meeting new people, but she never interrupted conversations quite like that unless it was a freak emergency or something. Instead, Renata had distracted herself with her digivice. Now that the room had emptied out, she saw that everyone left had a Digimon...Things were about to get interesting.

“M-my tale?” said Renata as she perked up again. “Well, I came up here for college visits and to come to this convention. Part of me was hoping that I'd find someone else with a Digimon, but I didn't thing it would actually happen. And then things got crazier from there when they brought out the undead Digimon.”

Yokomon nodded. “And now Renata and I are wondering how this is going to turn out..”

Renata took another glance around the room, but before she could focus on anyone group, someone called out in a loud voice.

"I hope all of you so called chosen ones enjoyed being special for a day, because thanks to DG Corp's little scheme soon everyone will have their own Digimon. So remember the name Blake Sullivan because in a few years that will be the kid with the most powerful Digimon!"

It was the spiky haired kid from earlier with the Kuromon—only now it was a Tsumemon. The thing had somehow managed to Digivolve. After his little proclamation, she saw him walking away from the guy with the Dorumon and the guy with the Bearmon (I should really learn some names,” Renata thought to herself). The whole scene was like something out of an anime. It was hilarious in its over-the-topness. Renata laughed loudly.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she called to Blake. “And they call me the over-dramatic one!”

“Shut up, Renata!” Yokomon hissed. This guy seemed like trouble, and here Renata was verbally poking him. Renata certainly wasn't looking for a fight, but Yokomon wasn't sure if this guy needed a really good excuse for one. “I hope you know what you're doing!”

“What are you talking about?” Renata said. Her cluelessness grated on Yokomon's nerves. “I kinda like the guy. His confidence is endearing.”
“Confidence?” Yokomon said as she rolled her eyes. She hoped against hoped that maybe Blake didn't hear her. “Is that what they're calling it now?”

“Are you kidding me right now? And they call me the over-dramatic one!” someone called. Blake stopped mid-step then turned around to see who would dare challenge his proclamation. He looked where the voice had come from to see the girl in the cowboy hat. Red Shirt had said her name was Renta or something.

"You have something you want to say to me?" he shouted back at her. It made no difference that she was standing with a guy with weird hair and another girl who both had Digimon. She wasn't getting away with that insult.

"Hey Yokomon! You might want to watch who your Tamer mouths off to. I could probably take you with my eye closed!" boasted Tsumemon also not caring if the Floramon and Tapirmon got involved.

Yokomon flipped at Blake and and Tsumemon's words. “Do you see what you've done now, Renata? Do you SEE? Now we have a tamer and a Digimon about to come at our very lives and it's all your fault! This is not what we signed up for! What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do about this situation ,huh? This is totally not good. What if we have to take drastic measures?!” She said in one breath

Renata only smiled more broadly as the Digimon kept ranting. The last time she'd seen Yokomon get this worked up was when she (Renata) told Yokomon she was going to go take some pictures in the city at nighttime. As freaked out as Yokomon was, it was still extremely comical.

“Will you calm down?” Renata said to the hyperventilating Yokomon. She vaguely wondered what Reid and Irea were thinking right now. Probably that she was Leeroy Jenkins or something. “Time to do a bit of damage control,” she whispered almost to herself.

“You better do some damage control!” repeated Yokomon who was still in basket case mode.

“Heeeeey!” Renata called. “That actually wasn't an insult. You saw me earlier: I'm all about being overly-dramatic--

“I don't really know if that's helping,” muttered Yokomon. This kid honestly seemed like he was looking for a fight and she wasn't entirely sure if Renata's words were going to make a bit of difference.

“So anyway yeah,” said Renata as she ignored her partner. “No need to get worked up.”

Just when it seemed that a fight would break out, the building seemed to rock with the force of a blow. Jason shook himself and immediately ran for the door. Several of the many windows that made up the outer walls of the Javits Center had been shattered, and a tremendous winged serpent with a skull covering its head flew outside.

Jason took out his Digivice, raising it to the creature, a small picture of it and information was projected, "Airdramon, a Champion level!?" Jason read aloud, "Bearmon, we need to move!" He called back into the exhibition hall, answered by Bearmon charging out to meet him.

"There's an Airdramon outside, we gotta stop it before it hurts anyone, you ready, buddy?" Jason asked his partner, who nodded, and followed him as he ran to the escalators.

"It’s just a hologram. A fake. A trick. An illusion. … Right?"

Before anyone could reply to that, a deafening crash roared all around them, the building itself seemed to rock as if it was knocked around by some force. Rufus sank onto one knee, almost completely losing his balance.

“What the heck is going on? An earthquake?” Rufus asked, to nobody in particular. He didn’t notice Dracomon sniffing at the air, his draconic nostrils flaring as he tasted the air. He growled suddenly, causing Rufus to look back,

“Dracomon…?”

“Smells like something’s going down outside.” The dragon digimon answered, suddenly scrambling out of Rufus’s backpack, and scampered towards the doors.

“Hey wait! Get back here!” Rufus shouted, quickly dashing after Dracomon. People shot a few glances at this digimon running through the hallways, but it seemed perfectly natural all of a sudden, to see a digimon scampering around on the floor. If Rufus stopped to think about it, this would have been quite a perk to have while out and about.

Rufus caught up to him at the doors to the exhibition hall, where people were screaming and gasping in shock as several windows shattered around them, spilling glass everywhere. Rufus’s eyes widened as he saw the creature on the other side of the windows. It was massive; a huge blue serpent with leathery red wings. A mane of orange-red feathers plumed from its neck, and the top of its head was crowned with a skull with bone antlers that almost looked like it was stripped of its flesh, except there was a savage-red eye staring out from each socket. No doubt about it, it was a digimon, Airdramon to be more precise.

“Another hologram?” Rufus asked, although he wasn’t too sure himself. If this was a hologram, then why were the windows shattered? Then, for a split second, the Airdramon’s eye flicked down at him, just for a small second. And then it cried out, a deafening screech that echoed throughout the entire building. Even Rufus’s own hair quivered under the sheer force of the noise. Hologram? Not so likely anymore.

(yessh, not much interaction in this one. Help me out guys D:)

It seemed as if the guy, Blake, and his Tsumemon would fight with just about anyone who looked at them wrong. Ryan was about to say something else to the red shirted guy, who he still didn't know the name of, when a crash interrupted them. Outside the two of them could see a winged serpent wearing a skull on its head flying around.

Ryan's digivise flashed, and, upon bringing it up, he identified the Digimon in question as Airdramon. It was a Champion level Digimon. As if deciding to prove his new nickname true, Red Shirt grabbed his Bearmon and ran out, shouting about taking the thing on. He had to be joking.

"He's kidding, right?" Ryan asked.

"I don't think he is," Sammy replied. "Dumbass."

A deafening roar filled the air, causing both of them to cover their ears. The two looked at each other, then back at Red Shirt running out to confront it.

"Now might be a good time to leave, while it's busy eating Red Shirt over there," said Ryan.

"Yeah, but what about that portal thing?" Sammy frowned, "I bet it could get me back home."

Ryan nodded, "Maybe, since it is true that doors work both ways. But at the same time, neither of us know how to work it, and what's the point of going to it now when we could be killed? At least if only the portal is destroyed it can be rebuilt."

Sammy sighed. It was obvious the Digimon wanted to disagree, but for once Ryan logic was sound enough for him not to. "Fine, let's go."

The two ran to the door of the exposition hall, waiting to see how much a distraction Red Shirt could provide.

OOC: Yet another awkward and terrible post


Before Blake could respond, a horrific force seemed to slam the building followed by the sound of shattering glass. Both Yokomon and Renata froze at the sound of the screams outside. It was a good thing that the Exhibition Hall was nearly empty or else they might have been stampeded. While this sort of thing was bad anywhere, it was especially bad in New York City. For Renata it was as though everyone else in the room disappeared as she made a dash for the door. Out of the now broken windows she saw of the tail of a Digimon—a very menacing looking Digimon.

“So not even an hour after Digimon goes public, we're under attack?” Renata asked ruefully. “That has to be a new record or something.”

“More like we're out of the frying pan and into the fire!” Yokomon shrieked. The prospect of having to face a boy with a hair-trigger temper was bad enough, but somehow it got worse. “You do realize we can't just stand here, right?”

“I'm well aware...” said Renata. She not to let the nervousness show in her voice. This time the situation was real; her words about being the only person her father had was coming back to haunt her now at the worst possible time. And now Renata was in danger of losing one of the beings she cared about most...

“We'll be fine,” said Yokomon. Once again her partner's seriousness was calming her down. “Momentai remember?”

Renata shook herself of the negative energy. “I can't believe you of all people are telling me to 'momentai.' Maybe you're making progress after all!”

“And what is that supposed to mean?!” Yokomon said indignantly. “Actually nevermind. We got a Digimon to fight!”

The duo raced down the hall. Fortunately the place wasn't extremely packed but there were already people with Digimon who all had that same look as the Meramon from earlier...but no time to dwell on that now. As they approached the escalator, Renata managed to catch a glimpse of another familiar pair. It was the boy with the Bearmon from earlier. Jason! That was his name. He must be heading over to fight the Digimon too.

“Heeeeeeey! Jason!” Renata called loudly. “I think we're headed the same way.”

“Looks like it's time for me to spring into action,” Yokomon said. She hopped out of Renata's arms and smoothly digivolved back into Biyomon.

“Ahhhh, much better!” the pink Digimon said.

"Hm. As you wish." Fiona said in response to Rufus' question. Before she could leave the vicinity, however, the woman found herself witnessing a verbal altercation between one girl in a cowboy hat and the other, distasteful boy who was fighting earlier. Normally Fiona wasn't one to waste time, but the way the boy blew up at the simplest of comments made her laugh. Before she could continue, however, she could feel Puroromon stiffen on her shoulder. "Hm-ah!"

Fiona was knocked to the ground as the building shook, consequently throwing her hat off her head as well. "My lady!" Puroromon nearly shrieked in high pitch as he fretted over her, trying to pick her up. Fiona would have none of that, however, and clambered to her own feet. She pointed at her hat. "Yes, my lady!" In response to the gesture, the digimon glowed and shifted forms into its Rookie level, Fanbeemon. Now with some form of appendages, it picked up the hat and flew towards Fiona, who was regaining composure as she quickly strode out of the showing room.

The sight Fiona was greeted with was anything but pretty as the Javits Center had essentially been ruined. Its windows were shadowed and people were running away in droves. What truly caught Fiona's eye, however, was the flying creature rampaging just outside. While FanBeemon returned her hat to her head, she raised her digivice in the monster's direction, and came up with an identification. "Airdramon..." She murmured, mostly to herself. She turned to FanBeemon, still holding the digivice as a slight smile played across her lips.

"Alright." FanBeemon complied.

(Gotta speak to Tailon and then the content of this post is subject to change <3)

Before Blake could give his comeback, the entire convention center shook. The sounds of broken glass and screaming people could be heard as a long blue serpent with red wings and a skull for a head flew passed. Blake's Digivive activated identifying the Digimon as Champion level Airdramon.

Red Shirt wasted no time in rushing out of the room most likely to confront the Airdramon. The Dramatic Cowgirl ran after him, her Yokomon digivolving to Biyomon in the process. Around the room some of the other In-Trainings also digivolved up to the Rookie level making Blake very frustrated that his Digimon wasn't capable of that feat yet.

"Hey! Just where the hell do you think you're going?" he yelled after Renata. There was no way he was going to sit back and let her blow him off without him getting the last word in, and secondly he couldn't let Red Shirt take on Airdramon and get all the glory. If he even won that is.

"So what's the plan?" Tsumemon inquired.

"Same plan as always. Become the strongest! You have to become a Rookie by the end of the day. There is just no way around it!" vowed Blake. He felt the hand's fingers tighten with anticipation on his shoulder as he ran to the door. However the exit was being blocked by the kid with Dorumon from earlier.

"Out of the way punk, I have a battle to get to!" shouted the teen grabbing the other boy by the shoulder and pushing him aside.